One of the worst rumors ever created is that an 8-ball has to be shaken in order to reveal ananswer. Too many times I have had friends walk into my room, shake the 8-ball, and flip it for ananswer. Then when they see that the water is all bubbly and the answer cannot be seen, what dothey do?…they shake it some more! I have found myself shouting at my friends over and overagain, No! Dont shake the 8-ball! For the love of God, just put it down! Well, over the past few years, with all of the shaking, my 8-ball threw in the towel.
Thecube inside could no longer provide an answer. I went through an 8-ball withdrawal. I spent thatwhole summer answering yes or no questions with the witty comments that were once provided bythe 8-ball. However, I did not remember many of the answers that it gave, so everyone either gotan answer of all signs point to yes or ask again later.
I realized I could not complete my dreamof being a human 8-ball unless I had all of the answers. The only option left was to get to thecenter of the 8-ball and retrieve the cube with the answers. I was going to have to murder theHave you ever tried to strike through the clear, plastic center of the 8-ball? Its like a brickwall! My first attempt to reveal the 8-balls answers was to take a hammer and pound through thecenter. I thought the hammer would provide plenty of power to shatter through the 8-balls shield.
Oh boy, did I have another thing coming. After minutes of slamming away with the hammer, Icaught my breath and decided to try the other end of the hammer. I thought maybe piercingthrough would be the key to get to the center. Once again, I started beating away on the 8-ball. Iwas hovering over my kitchen sink, holding the hammer in my left hand, and the 8-ball in myright. My eyes glowed with determination as I started slowly cracking my way through the plastic.
A smile was brought on to my face as I saw the blue ink starting to leak out. The 8-ball wasstarting to give in, and its blood was oozing out of its cracks. My sink started to fill with blue. Istopped for a moment to wash out the sink, and thats when I realized the ink was staining thesink. The 8-ball had defeated me again! In a fury, I stormed out of my house, with 8-ball in hand,and threw it into my backyard. I spent 20 minutes scrubbing the sink just to get out the spots ofthe blue that were left by my 8-ball. After the scrubbing was complete, my smile turned evil, and Ireturned to my backyard for another confrontation with the 8-ball. The 8-ball and I decided to takeMy mind had trailed off, and I had become an animal. No longer was I just trying to crackopen the little plastic center, I was attacking the whole ball. I used two hands now, while the 8-ballrolled around on the ground. With sweat pouring down my face and my mind in stage of fury, anew weapon appeared in my head. I dropped the hammer, raced into my garage, and found itsitting on an old kitchen cabinet…the sledgehammer. I let out an evil chuckle and scampered backto the 8-ball. With two hands, I lifted the sledgehammer over my head, and struck the 8-ball,splitting it into two pieces. I had broken through the 8-balls first line of defense. The only thingleft of it was a clear plastic tube, and inside I could see the cube of answers sitting in the blue ink.
My treasure was just one blow away. I give it a good shot, and the 8-ball fought back. The inkinside of the tube immediately turned into an attacking unit, as it splashed into my eyes. I yelledout cries of pain, and wiped my eyes off before too much damage could be delivered. I lookeddown to see my pair of pants and my favorite pair of sneakers covered in blue. The 8-ball alwaysfound a way to counterstrike. My eyes were once again planted on the cube, and I was still unableto reach inside and grab it. I struck it one more time without thinking and the power of the strikecrushed the whole tube and the cube. I felt like a fool, but worst of all, my destiny of becoming aOn a more serious note, how did this incident strengthen my values? Well, I lookeddeeper into this story, and I realized one thing: I try just as hard to fulfil my small dreams as I domy large ones. I put in the same effort day in and day out, and whether it be to break open an8-ball, or to become a successful stockbroker, my heart goes into everything I do. I am able tobuild my self-confidence knowing that I have the mind and the heart to accomplish anything Idesire. I rarely fail at anything, and it is because I always give what it takes to get the job done.
My goal may be challenging, or almost impossible to achieve. It could be standing in front of me,like a wall, waiting for me to finally push it off balance. As long as the goal is standing, I willpound away for as long as it takes, and I will continue to strive until I knock it down.
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